Quotes About Emotion

Lila Wingo would take the raw material of a daughter and shape her into a poet and a psychotic.

He was ruled by the tyranny of instinct, by passion and the instant legislation of a simple heart.

I wish I had no history to report. I've pretended for so long that my childhood did not happen. I had to keep it tight, up near the chest. I could not let it out.

the sadness in her voice touched a deep place within me.

Great romantics are granted lots of slack.

The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story'.

This book demonstrates again and again that there is no passion more rewarding than reading itself, that it remains the best way to dream and to feel the sheer carnal joy of being fully and openly alive.

I love you. I worn' about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished and afraid when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here." His

He knew he should not have spared time for tears, and would not, ever again.

Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.

It was no warning, no judgment, simply her name, and she could have wept at the recognition of it.

Morgan, he whispered, I wish you had not been someone I loved so.

Her eyes filled with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat constricted suddenly, too full of words.

The human world is a cold and bitter place: nothing lasts in it. You must know that by now…. What did you imagine you were doing in those two rooms? Trying to turn yourself human?" "Yes," Corbet said, so simply that for a breath he rendered his father incapable of moving.

That, apparentlu, was what happened when one fell in love. One's brains were sucked away, or turned gelatinous.

I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.

You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I've ever loved anyone, as much as I can. It feels like a lot – it takes up my whole heart.

All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear, or they would take too much from me once they knew.

You ask if I miss you. I think of your voice, your hands, and your eyes when you look straight into mine. I remember your courage that I hadn't suspected, and it gives me courage.

A rush of panic comforted him with its familiarity.

Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

There were many times when logic was of no comfort.

Don't you want to forget it, if it's past? I don't know. I don't know just how you mean that. I mean, are you sorry? No. Would I do the same thing again? Yes. Do you mean with somebody else, or with her? With her, Therese said.

Don't you know I love you?' Carol said.